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BY 
LOUISE HART 




LOUISE HART 



Born January 27, 1911 
Columbus^ Georgia 



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COPYRIGHT 1917 

BY 

MRS. WM. L. BULLARD 

COLUMBUS, GA. 



(GILBERT P*1»NTIN5 CO., COLUMSOS, «*. 



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.•^OV 26 1917 



THESE POEMS COMPOSED BY 

LOUISE HART 

ARE, IN GREAT AFFECTION. DEDICATED TO HER 
GREAT GRANDPARENTS. 

ALFRED OWEN BLACKMAR, II 
MARY ANN BLACKMAR. 

ON THE SIXTY-SIXTH ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR 
WEDDED LIFE. 



Columbus, Ga., 

November 18. 1917. 



ShiP mirrors in her inspired mind sylvan- 
scenes, and the fragrant odors of oak 
and pine warm into expression thoughts 
deeper than those conveyed by printed 
page. —A. O. B. 



SONG- DROPS 



LOVE 



V\/HEN moon and star 
^^ Peep from beneath the clouds, 

So soft and fair, 
Lullabies are heard 
From the bird 

On the evening- air. 
Oh, true, 
So true, 
Under leaf. 

Under boug-h, 
In the whole wide world 

Does love abide now. 



Tall Timber, 
July, 1917. 



THE SEA-MAIDEN 

OHE was bathed in dew; 

^^ Her robes were misty clouds; 

Her eyes were sea-blue; 

Her face was the lily; 

Who had these beauties? 

They are not known to the world, 

Only to the Sea-Maidens! 

Now the Sea foams, 

And from it rises the Maiden of the Sea, 

The clouds come dimly over, 

And hide my Sea-Maiden from me. 

Tall Timber, 
October 19, 1917. 



TO A VIOLET IN THE RAIN 

\ /lOLET, when rain doth pour, 

^ You shall be the Queen of more. 
I'll tell the winds as they whisk by thee 
You've made the Springf-time fair to me. 

Dear Violet, 

So wet. 
In the summer, I'll not forg-et. 

Warm Springs, Ga. 
April, 1917. 



BEFORE THE FIRE 

/^H! Coals that g-litter so fast, 

^^ And are about to fade, 

It seems as if you are a picture for the 

wall, 
But you are vicious! 
If I touch you, you burn me. 
The blue flames, g-liding- about. 
Are robes of dancing- maidens brig-ht; 
And in the dark chimney with soot about 
Are witches brewing dark charms in and out; 
Shadows are clutched by witches' hands. 
All the imag"inary bands 
Of creatures of the fire 
Are from the inward eye. 

Tall Timber, 
October 19, 1917. 



WINTER 

{^Printed in July {1917) number of "Poetry" a magazine 
of verse, and now reprinted by permission.'\ 

T^HE snow-flakes fa.ll upon the gfround; 
* The snow-banks are g-ilded with beaut3^ 
Moon-Maidens come to drive upon the snow, 
And then it melts, 
And the moon closes her eyes slenderly. 

January^ 1917. 



NATURE'S CHANGES 

/^H, the frost is heavy 

^^ And hides Nature. 

Ah! Nature, 

With your robes of pink, and blue and 

starry yellow flowers! 
The willow has many plumes, fit for a 

gorgeous crown. 
Your crown is made of autumn leaves, 
That shimmer high and low. 
Now — fast falls the snow, 
The grassy plots are ice 
And Nature lifts her arms about me, 
Her winter veils fall o'er the year's beauties, 
And she sleeps! 

Tall Tmiber, 
October W, 1917. 



AFTER SUNSET 

A golden misted sky, 
'^*' A moon above; 
Angels cling within the clouds, 
And the dark blistered trees wonder at the 

golden sky, 
With clouds above. 
Soft breezes pass! 

January 21, 1917. 



NIGHT AND MORNING 

WHEN butterflies twinkle softly 
And the rose's buds are tig-htly closed. 
Dew falls, 

Then Heaven's gfolden ladder is let down; 
The ang^els descend, 
And sweetly the stars peep, 
When it is almost morn 
The g-olden ladder is drawn up; 
And, as Aurora's first g-olden ray ligfhts 

g-ladly on the rose's buds, 
Petal by petal, they open! 

Tall Timber, 
August, 1917. 



INSCRIPTION FOR A SUN-DIAL 

{^Printed in July {1917) number of "Poetry, " a magazine 
of verse, and now reprinted by permission.^ 

"/^H, Time flies fast, 
^ Days fly fast, 
Years fly fast. 
But love — stays fast 
Folded in your breast." 

Columbus, Ga., 
October, 1916. 



SEA ADVENTURES 

'T'HE sea-g-ulls fly fast; 
*■• The waves dash o'er the ships, 
Showing" curious shells, upturned from the 

ocean's depths — 
Oh! That I mig-ht see the Maidens of the Sea! 
The sea dashes under and in. 
Oh, the sea dashes over the boats. 
Ah! I have g"one to the bottom! 
Where are the Sea-Maidens now? 
I wander here and there. 
And look for their ocean home. 
But they vanish, in the foam! 

Tall Timber, 
October 19, 1917. 



TO A LOG FIRE 

TTHE fire closes its robes in dangflingf 
•■• sparks 

As it dances; 

Then the fire doth spread its sparkling: robes. 
The fire doth burn ag"ain. 
And talks in poems and song's: 
"I g"ive the night lig-ht 
And sparks throw out. 
In the chimney, I do live 
And heat I g^ive to those in slumber." 
So ends my poem of the firelight, bright. 

January 15, 1917. 



THE TREE'S BALL 

'X'HE trees are in their g^reen dresses, 
-'• Tonig-ht is their ball; 
Pines and cedars and maples tall, 
And gfardenias dance in their white flowers 

and g-reen coats, 
And bow to the trees. 

The crepe-myrtle nods its head; 

The lily wears her robe of purple 

As she dances her beautiful dance; 

The nig"ht dies, and a mourning" shade 

comes over them; 
The dance fades with a bow. 

January 10, 1917. 



TO LOUISE McPHERSON 

'T'HERE is no woman beautiful, as the 
•■• one whose name is Louise; 

Her face is a g"limmer of sun, 
Her breast like a rose; 

Her evening- jeweled hair of black is lovely — 
She walks to the g-arden straig-ht, 
By the hollyhock she waits. 
A dewy rose pricks her dress; 
The day fades; 
She g"ilds the nig-ht. 

January^ 1917. 



SOAP-BUBBLES 

HPHE soap-bubbles dance 
•■• As I hold them in my hand; 
The soap-bubbles dance in all the tub-land, 
As they foam like lace about my shoulders. 
The colors dance and sing- 
When I look throug'h a big* bubble; 
They bend about my arms, 
They twine about my legs, 
And make them look white, 
Though they're pink — 
Oh, they look like an arch. 
Strewn with figures and curious things, 
Curious lights! 
Prom the water's edge they dart. 

Tall Timber, 
December, 1916. 



THE FAIRIES' SONG 

WHEN the silver moon 
From out the cloudy sky 
Has put her face, 
We will dance in ecstasy. 
We will shower daises down 
Among the brown broom-sedges 
And then we vanish, 
For it is dawn! 



March, 1917. 



MOON- MAGIC 

A RE you invisible? 
"^^ Are you invisible? 
Ah! How I wish 'twas Hallowe'en, 
When witches and elves are to be seen! 
The shadows deep are graved on the 

shadowy g-round, 
While up above the clouds are white; 
Ang"els ride among' them; 
The fire-flies g-listen brig-ht, 
While the stars shine out — 
Then a mist — 

December 30. 1916. 



THE SPIDER'S WEB 

[^Printed in July {1917) number of "Poetry," a magazine 
of verse, and now reprinted by permission.^ 

/^H, Spider, 

^^ I love your spun web 

With pearls about it. 

If only one could touch such beauty 

And not destroy it! 

But Spider, keep your pearls 

Like shimmering' ornaments. 

December -4? 1916. 



ANGEL-LAND 

DEAUTY came down on the wings of a 

'-^ dove 

Prom Ang-el-Land — 

The Angels were swinging among the stars, 

And halos of roses fast were around their 

heads, 
Ringed in love; 
Thrice dancing about them were fairy 

clusters 
Clothed in white; 
The Angels wore pure gold, 
With forget-me-nots, 
Swinging slowly. 

February 2, 1917. 



SPRING IS WAKING 

'T'HE stream is bubbling by, 
•■• As the moon comes beaming down, 
Little fairies make a band across the wood; 
And merrily fly the clouds to welcome them 

home; 
Awakened birds twitter. 
And softly sing of the promises 
Of flowers in the garden 
And jewels in the orchard. 

March, 1917. 



MOON 

r^H, Moon! 

^^ I see you between the pines and cedars. 

Do you see the world beneath? 

Are the stars your children? 

Ah! Draw back, clouds, there, 

To welcome Mother Moon 

And the little stars on her breast. 

Then the Moon g-ot entang^led in some bay 

trees. 
So came the butter-tiies and bees 
To suck her honey; 

But they passed to the blossoms of the bay, 
Where they would stay, stay, stay; 
And thej^ kiss her white lips 
And flitter awa3^ 
But the moon floated on 
And was lost in the daw^n. 

June, 1917. 



CUNSHINE g-limmered over the fields of 

^^ brown, 

And merry flowers tossed their heads 

And bowed 

Anciently, 

As slowly amongf them Evang^eline wandered; 

Then my thoug^hts wander and fly away. 

February 2, 1917. 



GRANDMOTHER 

/Grandmother said, "When I am ^one, 
^^ Take this patch-work which I have 

done; 
There are silver ring's and bracelets of grold, 

and round, shining" dollars. 
And many a flower to bloom, 
And much g'reen g^rass; 
But when you see 

This patch-work, you'll think only of me." 
"And leave me forever?" the little g^irl said? 
"Never to kiss me? 
Be always dead?" 
"Do not cry, little maiden," 
Grandma said. 

May 20, 1917. 



NEW MOON 

WHEN creamy clouds and g-olden stars 
Come in the sky, 
In the cradle of the rocking moon 
There lies 
An angfel with a white rose. 

June, 1917. 



THE EVENING HOUR 
Duds open 

-^ And dew falls in the evening" hour, 
And perfume flows from every flower. 

The rabbits scurry under the trees; 

The leaves rustle, 
So cool blows the breeze, 

And perfume flows from every flower .. 

When perfume flows from every flower, 

The river of charms 
Rushes over me 

And drowns me in its arms. 

June, 1917. 



GENTLE RAiN 

'X'HE g"entle rain falls on g'rass and g"round, 
* Under the maples the fairies roam, 
While the rain drops freckle their leafy 

home; 
The spotted lilies nod and say, 
"We are not now more freckled than they!" 

July, 1917. 



TO A GRAN' SIR GREY-BEARD 

[On finding a splendid and beloved specimen 
of blossoming gran^ sir grey -beard wantonly 
mutilated.^ 

/^H, gran' sir! Thou art ruined by cruel 

^-^ hands, 

But love will bring- thee once more to beauty. 

An odd flower thou art! 

Thou hang-est like white moss 

Ming"led with g-lossy, g-reen little leaves; 

Or art thou weeping-? 

Thou wert fair, 

Gran' sir g-rey-beard! 

April, 1917. 



SUN LIGHT 

Dose of the dawn, 

■''^ A g-limmer of wheat. 

And over the fields the sun is rising-; 

Butter-fiies come in brig-ht clusters; 

Narcissus waves to and fro; 

A crowned fairy came within that meadow. 

The sun speaks! 

Lig-ht, oh, beautiful Lig-ht! 

Lig-ht, oh, beautiful Lig-ht! 

Of all beauties, 

Lig-ht is most beautiful! 

October, 1916. 



SUMMER RAIN 

TTHE jeweled rain drops fall 
-'• As throbs the peacock's cry; 
And frightened doves fly throug:h the sky^ 
And diamonds fall from every tree, 
Showing- how lovely a rainy day may be! 
July, 1917. 



SPRING DAYS 

'T'HE rainy spring- days have come 
* Plum blossoms glisten like snow; 
The Queen is a-top, 
With a dress of flower petals; 
Below — 

The philadelphus and spirea bloom, 
As beautiful as stars, and love. 
March, 1917. 

TTHE moon flies to rest, over the evening" 
-■■ g-arden of flowers; 

An awakened bird sings a song" in the West, 
Where the jeweled roses climb. 
The moon sinks ag-ain in the flower of the 

Evening- West; 
Then a lover came throug-h the mist 
And cried for his Juliette. 
A love moon! 
Moon! Oh, moon! 
JfMiuary, 1917. 



THE MAGIC POT 

ONCE there was an old man who had 
nothing" but a pot! This pot would boil 
his food whenever he asked for it. It was 
also a g-reat comfort to him. It would make 
itself into a bed whenever he wanted one. 
And when he wished g'old, the pot would g-o 
and bring- him g'old by the thousands. One 
day as the old man sat before the fire, he 
said: "Please bring" me my wife and build me 
a house. " His wife had deserted him because 
he was poor, and she had taken away every- 
thing" from him but the old pot, which she 
thoug"ht of no use. However, the pot was of 
g"reat use to him. The pot broug"ht a little 
cottag"e on rollers, and as it came up, the 
door opened, and there appeared his wife. 
She said, "Come in." And the door closed 
on them, and that was the last ever heard of 
the old man or the mag"ic pot. 

October 27, 1917. 




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